How I met your Father

Dear Eowyn, This is the story of how I met your Father....


I'm kidding, but seriously, this is how Fred and I met.


   It was two years ago, in August. I was in my second semester of college and he was in his third. When your in college, your pretty much always poor. My parents helped me out a lot but I wasn't one of those Mooching college kids that had mommy and daddy pay for my education. I had student loans to pay for everything (In other words, I was paying for everything, I just didn't know it yet.) I feel like the college we met at was a lot like hell, full of a bunch of dead beat losers and stoners, and they never freaking leave the place. Oh yeah, I have been here for like 5 years I just can't seem to pass any of my classes. You would think they would find a cheaper alternative to a hang out spot, I mean you can do acid anywhere! But I guess if your mom and dad are paying for Everything, it some how changes things....There is still much about the mind of a loser that I will never understand. Anyways, back to the poor subject... Me and my one friend that I actually like that I met at college had this awesome way of getting free food everyday. Put your pretty face on, and go ask the boys to buy you lunch. You have to switch it up though and ask different guys, and you have to make sure that the guy who bought you lunch yesterday doesn't see this other guy buying you lunch today. It really is an art.  Me being slightly socially awkward, I actually feel more comfortable in awkward situations then "Normal" ones, So asking a complete stranger to buy me food was actually pretty amusing. If you make a stranger feel awkward enough, they will buy you food just to make you go away.
  So I'm walking by myself, like always, and saw this cute guy eating cookies- Chocolate chip ones, my favorite!!! Alright, game time. Pretty face: On. Awkward :Ready. So I go up to this complete stranger and said "Hey, are you eating chocolate chip cookies?" Obviously he is, but its all a part of a grand plan...muahahaha. His response: "Ummm... Yeah?" He looks nervously at his friends, they are all watching to see how he reacts. "Oh those are my absolute favorite, Can I have one?" I ask, I feel my porcelain cheeks getting rosy...Crap. All the jocks in his freakin basketball posse are laughing at me, that's intimidating. But I remind myself of the goal, those delicious chocolate chips that are going to melt in my mouth once I get that cookie. He looks utterly confused at this point but says, "Umm, Sure. I guess." "Oh thank you so much, I'm also thirsty can I have some of your water?" He offers me a gallon of water, What the heck?! "Oh, never mind can I just have another cookie?" Flash the pearly whites, my mom didn't pay thousands of dollars for my teeth for nothin'!! To my surprise he gave me his last cookie. By this point all of his friends had crowded around and were laughing at the whole situation. Big crowds are not exactly introverts favorite thing, So I knew I needed to book it So I said, "Okay thank you!" and took off into hiding. I went into the back office where only people in Student government would hang out, I would be safe there. I saw one of my friends in the back office so I started talking to him, I'm pretty sure I was interrogating him about why he broke up with his girlfriend. I had no interest in him, but I just talked to him cause he was there and I like asking people way too many personal questions. It helps me learn.
   So, the cute boy comes back into the office with a big grin on his face. Shit! He has found my secret spot, I thought. As soon as he saw me with the other guy, He left. I didn't think much of it after that honestly. Until I saw him a few days later, by this point the embarrassment of the cookies had faded and I could talk to him (Plus he wasn't with all of his "Homies"). I asked him his name this time which I guess is a little more socially acceptable then asking for his food. He told me his name was Lebron James, He didn't tell me his real name until after we had been talking a few weeks. He started coming around a lot more, I would run into him here and there. I thought he was cute, but I thought he was probably really annoying. Us more intelligent people do not like jocks. In case you have not been schooled in freshman college etiquette, Jock= Egotistical Ass Wipe. Your welcome. But he was persistent. He  saw one of my friends and asked him for my number, not knowing that the friend he asked actually had a huge crush on me and was dying emotionally because I had just politely turned him down and friend zoned him. So this "friend" gave him the wrong number, I guess he didn't want any other competition?
  I saw Lebron as I was walking out to my car (How convenient he seems to always pop up as soon as I get out of class. I roll my eyes inwardly.) He said oh I texted you the other day and you never texted me back. We eventually figured it out together that he had been texting the wrong number the whole time. I felt bad, so I gave him my actual number after giving him a firm talk of course about how he should have asked me for my number instead. For the next week, We texted non stop. From 8 am to 12 pm or later. He finally told me his name was Fred, I didn't believe him at first. Then we started talking on the phone every night. It was less than a week and I knew he was into me, and honestly, I was starting to like him too. But I was very up front with him, I interrogated him about his family, religion and everything deep and personal. I explained that I had a rule, and that I did not have sex with guys until we were in a long term committed relationship. I explained that I only dated with the intention of marriage and if he felt that was old fashion, he could loose my number. After all of that, He actually wasn't scared off. Interesting, I thought. Well, I will give him a chance. But I was still totally skeptical. Right after my 18th birthday, He asked me to be his girlfriend and I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty excited. I said yes and our first date was Chinese food and seeing finding Nemo in 3D. One thing I knew for sure, Was that this guy was hilarious and made me laugh way more then I knew what to do with. (And he had some smokin hot arms...My weakness.)
   I could then say the rest is history. It wasn't love at first sight and I don't believe in that anyway. I don't think I really "fell in love" with him until after we got engaged. And ever since then it has been a process of learning to love him well, and discovering how awesome he is! Maybe others can, but I can't fall in love instantly. It takes a lot of time. And it's not just something you fall into, it's more something you learn to do. You won't always get it right, but over time you will get better at it and start to appreciate all of those awesome things that make that person who they are. It's not always who you expect it to be. I would never have guessed when I met Fred that a little over a year later I would be marrying him. But I'm thankful I did, and though we are both so busy and wrapped up in our own separate worlds, I will forever cherish all of the moments that we do get to spend together. It's not so much about finding the right person. Sometimes you will find the right person but it will be the wrong time, and that hurts. But it's actually about becoming the right person and learning how to love whoever the strange universe chooses to put in front of you and having faith that you are exactly where you need to be in this present moment. Embrace it with all you have, I don't know how long we will be married, unexpected things happen all the time. Life is fragile and nothing is permanent. But what I do know, is that I'm married to a really awesome guy with a heart that's way bigger than mine and he is who I'm supposed to be with right now. Where I am at in life right now is all I really need to worry about. Just being present, and embracing every moment with an open mind and full heart. So this is how I met your father Eowyn and this is how you came to to be ;)